• Look On Yonder's Wall
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    Look over yonder's wall, hand me down my walking cane
    Look over yonder's wall, hand me down my walking cane
    I got myself a woman and yonder comes your man

    Now I'm in love with you baby but you don't treat me right
    Now I'm in love with you baby but you don't treat me right
    You take all my money, walk the streets late at night

    Now your man went to the war, and I know it was rough
    Now your man went to the war, and I know it was rough
    Don't know how many men he killed, but he done killed enough

    Look over yonder's wall, hand me down my walking cane
    Look over yonder's wall, hand me down my walking cane
    I got myself a woman and yonder comes your man

    Set lists show this having been done only twice by the Dead in the 60s, both times seemingly with guest vocalists. On 1 December 1966 it was performed with an unknown vocalist ("We'd like to have a friend of ours come up and sing a song or two") and on 9 October 1968 with Paul Butterfield. But it seems from the Deadheads Taping Compendium that there is also a fragment of video footage of the Dead playing it at the Panhandle in 1967.
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Set lists show this having been done only twice by the Dead in the 60s, both times seemingly with guest vocalists. On 1 December 1966 it was performed with an unknown vocalist ("We'd like to have a friend of ours come up and sing a song or two") and on 9 October 1968 with Paul Butterfield. But it seems from the Deadheads Taping Compendium that there is also a fragment of video footage of the Dead playing it at the Panhandle in 1967.
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Arthur Cruddup
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Arthur Cruddup
Lyrics

Look over yonder's wall, hand me down my walking cane
Look over yonder's wall, hand me down my walking cane
I got myself a woman and yonder comes your man

Now I'm in love with you baby but you don't treat me right
Now I'm in love with you baby but you don't treat me right
You take all my money, walk the streets late at night

Now your man went to the war, and I know it was rough
Now your man went to the war, and I know it was rough
Don't know how many men he killed, but he done killed enough

Look over yonder's wall, hand me down my walking cane
Look over yonder's wall, hand me down my walking cane
I got myself a woman and yonder comes your man